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Whenever I'm in a crappy mood, a nice piece of gold or silver jewelry cheers me right up. I have a huge jewelry box. It's so big...it's almost like a piece of furniture. We all have things that we collect. For me, it's fine jewelry. I'm going window shopping at Pandora later on today.

Being welcomed back to work like people really appreciated seeing me. That helped make things so much easier. Also, I was able to complete my full shift today. My first day back was yesterday, but I didn't make it. I'm feeling it, but it's still better than before my surgery. I'm almost fully back to being myself.

On my ride home last night I saw a phone in the bike lane. I stopped and picked it up because it was outside a bar where people like to park in the bike lane, and I figured it'd be nice if the person who lost it got a phone in working order. It was a 6s+ and locked so I couldn't open it up for a "home" contact or whatever so I put it in my pack and went on my way. I figured I'd be getting a phone call eventually and sure enough I did. So I gave him my address and met him at my house a little later. Apparently it was his personal/work phone and he runs a towing company. He said that the phone was his life since he owned a small business - only him and his brother - and it was the way he called home as well. (As he was Hispanic I'm guessing he didn't mean the local calling area.)

He was overjoyed and tried to give me money. I told him to keep it, it's more important that he got his phone back. (This is the little thing coming up) He said in that case, here's my number. If you ever need a tow, call me and I'll be there. That was awesome.

tomorrow i go on a random adventure sparked by an email for on camera audience tickets to America's Got Talent. this should be interesting...? i only started watching the show last week(?) the person i am staying with likes the show.
random adventures make me happy

A month ago prior to today, I posted this in the little things that piss you off thread:

Originally Posted by Demogorgon

New neighbors who've only been on the block for three weeks and, in addition to constant domestic fighting nearly every single day, were shooting up heroin in the driveway this morning. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I'm happy to report that these folks have already moved out after their kid was removed from the home, depriving them of money they would have used to pay rent (and undoubtedly more heroin). The kid is in a safer place, and the neighborhood itself is a little safer without them here anymore. So that cheers me up.

When strangers make the mistake of being petty or explain-y at my troll ass when I'm talking to a friend on said friend's status. Two replies of my just screenshotting my original post back at them with progressively zoomed in text and they stopped linking me to things and started using their words. It's good to have fun sometimes.

growing up i never really had an appreciation for rap music.
one day my son sits down next to me and says 'mom, you're going to watch something with me.'
he's a teenager. i jump on every opportunity to engage with him.
he ques up Straight Outta Compton.
(in my mind) i sigh and roll my eyes a bit; thinking to myself-for real?
i never imagined i would end up so engrossed in this movie. i never really understood the history, etc behind the 80's hype of rap music or what it represented.
what a remarkable movie. what a remarkable story. what a remarkable moment.
my son (in a change of roles) held (pulled) my hand to show me what he saw/heard in a music genre that i would've never given time to otherwise.
i have a new found appreciation for rap music. and now when he shares selections, or tells me about the artists in this new (to me) genre of music, i smile and think to myself-thank you for this 'one more' connection.